The man didn't even look up, his gaze now centered on the low cut grass. He could barely even hear the roar of the thunder, the fall of the rain, or the cries of the audience. All he could sense was his failure and that brought a feeling of emptiness from deep within his soul that turned him into what he was now. An empty shell of a man, not worthy to even stand against the lowest of combatants.
Solomon's body was numb; he couldn't even feel the drag of his wet clothing, or even the rain falling on his skin. He was lucky his katana was still held in his hands, albeit very loosely. In his mind he was falling but he didn't know it. It felt more like floating in a chasm while the ground rushed sluggishly to the heavens, leaving him to lie on something soft.
His eyes glazed over as he stared at the grass and suddenly he was filled with a feeling so euphoric, so amazing, so inspiring he stopped falling. He felt it, warmth creeping deeply into his body, representing the infinite inferno of life that throbbed around him. From the small aura of the low cut grass to the powerful net of life that nearly blinded him in its intensity.
Life. It touched him, and brought him back from the limbo he was previously fated to lie in. He warmed at it's touched and the dull chasm that threatened to consume him was cracked. Golden light spilled through hairline fractures until he was soaring in the air, kept aloft by the raw infinite aura that surrounded him. Even the annoying pain in his left leg was welcomed. He would take pain over death any day. Pain meant he was still alive, and with that life he could still fight.
He slowly raised his head to face his opponent, instantly noting how he shrugged off his clothing so he wouldn't be hampered by the downpour of rain. Solomon copied this gesture, shedding the thin layers of clothing he had worn on his torso. His dark skin allowed him to stand out amongst the fair skinned men and woman of Gaia, but he still possessed the common well sculpted body of a fighter.
"Sorry about that. Bad nerves," he responded switching the katana to a normal grip but moving it to his right hand. As lightning flashed across the sky it became apparent Solomon was grinning widely. He bent his knee’s, crouching low to the ground then moved his right arm, positioning the sword overhead and angled downward.
Wind tossed his brown hair to the side as the dark Jedi put on a more determined face.
"I'll make sure you don't forget this fight!"
And with that he sprinted forward, his bent knee's straightening as he charged toward Bishop, his left hand slightly curled and held behind his swiftly approaching form. He moved at the average human speed for a Gaian, leaves dancing around his feet as they were trampled during his approach. He moved his right arm to the side, the blade now pointing to his right. He would however watch out for Bishop’s shield. He would try to get an idea of how he used it before attacking seriously, and so to do this he slowed down a bit before he got within ten meters of Bishop.
And so the grey knight charged the start of a battle that marked his return. There was no backing down now.
